How Things Used to Be
Perelle glided lazily through the sky above her clan's territory, scanning the air and the ground below her for signs of human or dragon intrusion on their lands and for potential prey to tell the hunters about when she got back from her patrol. It was humans more often than dragons from rival clans these days; most clans seemed to be getting smaller, and because hers was one of the largest in the region the others didn't seem eager to do anything to provoke a fight with them. Still, though, the job had to be done, and as Perelle was one of the fastest fliers in the clan it was a task that fell to her quite often.
Not that she didn't like flying on patrol--in fact, she loved it. And how could she not? When a task called for a swift dragoness like her to soar as high as she could and use all her senses to their fullest to track any signs of other creatures below, when it was difficult but so rewarding, and gave her such a feeling of satisfaction when she did manage to seek out some intruder, confront them and drive them away... Especially when the intruder was another dragon.
There had been word these past few days, too, that there was a dragon lurking on their territory somewhere. Other scouts had reported catching glimpses of him, rushing to confront him only to find no trace of the trespasser when they arrived at the place they'd seen him. Reports weren't consistent on his color: some said green, others brown, and one had said he was black, but she knew the sight and scent of every dragon in her clan, and if she saw or smelled a dragon she didn't recognize she would know it immediately.
Was that a flash of brown down below, beneath the trees there? She banked her wings and circled over the spot, peering down through the branches, but could see nothing-- No, wait, there! Something was reflecting the sunlight on that mountainside below the tree line, not five lengths from the place she'd thought she'd seen movement... Sunlight didn't reflect off scales very well, she realized, slumping a little, and never as strongly as this--not even her own white scales--and that meant this would only be a trace of some human who wasn't supposed to be there. Less fun than finding a dragon, but necessary; she spiraled down towards the object, alert for traps, but could sense nothing out of the ordinary aside from whatever shining thing was beneath her.
Perelle landed in the little clearing and crouched to examine the object: just a piece of colored glass, which confirmed that she'd be tracking humans on this patrol... She lowered her snout to get the scent of whatever human had left the glass there, but stopped and raised her head again when she smelled dragon on the air. The scent was unfamiliar--the intruder!--and strong, too; he had to be close. Scenting the air again, she turned to her left and started to follow the odor, only to stop again as she saw what was waiting at the edge of the clearing: a cave in the mountainside, the opening shaped such that it couldn't be seen from the air. Surely the intruder must be inside, she thought, and crouched again, creeping closer to the cave's entrance and unable to keep a low growl out of her throat, tail flicking excitedly back and forth.
The sun passed behind a cloud long enough for her eyes to adjust to the dimmer light so she could see into the cave properly, and she paused when she could clearly see all the way to the back of the cavern--and it was empty! She growled again, more loudly, and walked into it, to see if she could at least find out what was making the place smell so strongly of dragon; he'd probably marked the inside of the cave, and recently, but she had to be sure. The smell grew stronger with every breath she took, and had permeated the cave so strongly that it was impossible to find its exact source... Not that it mattered. She had his scent in her nostrils now, and when she tracked him down he would be driven away.
There was a loud popping sound, and something pierced the scales of her back at the base of her neck.
She spun around to face her attacker and saw the shape of a dragon standing in the cave entrance--how had she not heard him approaching!--but then when she brought up a forepaw to see what he'd shot her with she found a hypodermic dart there. She roared at him and drew back her legs to pounce at him before whatever he'd hit her with could take effect, only to find herself suddenly so weak, and even though she tried as hard as she could to leap, to raise her claws, even to breathe a jet of fire at him to make him stay back, she couldn't stop herself from collapsing onto the dirt floor of the cave, her muscles beyond her control.
"There we go, can't have you getting all violent before I have a chance to get my claws on you," the dragon said, and paused to retrieve a bag from the bushes outside before stepping into the cave and putting down the gun slung across his shoulders. Out of the bright sunlight she could see his scales were a dull olive green, and that he was larger than the other scouts had thought he was. She tried again to stand and defend herself against him, but her whole body felt numb and wouldn't respond to her will; she'd been paralyzed.
The dragon upended the bag he'd brought with him, but she couldn't turn her head to see what it contained. "That dart injected you with a fast-acting paralytic, by the way," he said, and rolled her gently onto her side, taking care not to hurt her wings when he did. "It doesn't stop your breath or heartbeat or any of that, just motor function, so don't worry, you aren't in mortal danger... And it only lasts five minutes or so. More than enough time for me to do what I need to do."
He picked up something from his bag, but even when he brought it into her line of sight she couldn't tell what it was. There was rubber, and leather straps, but whatever purpose it had wasn't apparent from its current shape... "My name is Elluth, by the way. I've been observing draconic culture ever since I was old enough to understand it myself, and through my observation I've discovered a disturbing trend. It's the humans' fault, of course, like so many of the other problems of our kind... They've done everything they can to enforce their hyper-conservative, uptight, restricting values on us, even those of us who don't live among them, and unfortunately it's actually working."
Elluth took her forelegs in his claws and held them together in order to apply his object to them, wedging her front paws into tight rubbery mitts before wrapping a broad piece of leather around the lower half of her forelegs. He buckled the straps on the mitts and on the sleeve holding her front legs together as tightly as he could, then checked all the buckles before returning to the pile of equipment she couldn't see; she growled weakly at him, but it was all she could do.
"I'm talking, of course, about their views of sex. Yes, humans have always thought of sex as this dirty, immoral thing that nobody should do except to procreate, but there was a time when dragons didn't have to think the same way. Mating isn't just to make eggs! It can help you get to know someone better, it can help you learn, or grow close to another dragon, or show them how you feel about them, or even just be for the fun and the pleasure of the experience... There was a time, not so long ago, when dragons thought this way, but humans and their desperation to dictate everything others do all the way down to how everyone thinks have changed that, and it truly is a change for the worse."
He brought over his next piece of equipment: a spreader bar with mitts on the ends, which he used to hold her hind paws spread apart, those claws also balled up into mitts. Next he ran a short chain from her forepaws to the center of the spreader bar, forcing her front paws to stay almost between her hind paws, then continued, "but I'm not going to let them change the culture of our kind like this. Not without a fight, at least, as is the dragon's way..." He rolled her to put her paws beneath her again, but the restraints forced her to lie with her chest against the ground, her back arched and her hindquarters held up high. "So I travel from clan to clan, hiding, luring young dragonesses like yourself, then capturing them and teaching them that mating isn't bad, or dirty, or something improper to think about or desire or do. And when I release you, you'll take that attitude back to your clan, you'll share it with them, and they will also remember how things used to be for our kind, and how much better they were back then... Then they will remember the old rituals, and values, and how a dragon is meant to think of mating, and the human ideals will be forgotten."
Perelle listened with growing horror as he strapped her wings against her back, ran a chain from the base of her tail to her wings that forced her to raise her tail and expose herself, drove a stake through the chain between her fore and hind paws and into the ground so she couldn't move from that spot, then bound the end of her tail to the straps around her wings to make sure she couldn't be lashing it about once the drug wore off. She growled weakly again, still trying in vain to will herself to move, but her body remained out of her control... What did he mean by all this he was saying? She knew the clan's policy on mating--for making eggs only, and punishment if you're caught breaking the rule--and had accepted it, but had never considered otherwise... But what did he mean when he said he was going to 'teach' her his views about it? Tying her up like this wasn't necessary just to make her listen--
If she'd been able to she would have stiffened with shock at the realization that by 'teach' he most likely meant he was going to rape her. She growled softly again, but even if she'd been able to move all the restraints he'd bound her with most likely had already made her helpless anyway.
He returned to stand in front of her, one last piece of equipment clutched in his foreclaws. "The reason dragons' views about mating differ from those of humans, of course, is that unlike them we aren't afraid to do what our bodies want us to do. No matter how much your natural feelings have been repressed by your improper upbringing, I'm sure you recognize the feeling of that curious rush of warmth to your belly whenever you go into heat, or look at an attractive dragon, or see or smell another dragon's arousal... Those feelings are just your body telling you that it wants for you to mate. When you feel that way, your body is telling you to find some willing dragon to mount you or to just pleasure yourself, and those feelings aren't ones you should try to ignore. I will remind you what it feels like to have your body ask you to find a partner to mate with you, I will teach you to accept those feelings and to act properly upon them, and then..." Elluth bared his teeth and bucked suggestively, tail held high, "I will give you the pleasure you and your body will ask for."
"Nnn," she moaned. "Nn..." He couldn't do this to her, he couldn't, she'd never mated before and her first time couldn't possibly be a mating so unwanted, so horrible, so... Yet again she tried to get her limp muscles to move and yet again they refused to respond.
"If I could I'd teach you some things about oral, too, but unfortunately a ring-gag won't keep you quiet enough to keep us hidden from the rest of your clan. That means I can't give you a live demonstration, but you can still suck on this cock-gag for practice." He pried her jaws apart and thrust a rubber phallus between them, then closed her mouth on it and strapped the muzzle it was attached to tight around her head. "There! And that drug should be wearing off in just a few moments, so once you have your feeling back we'll be all set to go."
He sat back on his haunches to wait, tail flicking idly back and forth as he watched her. She glared back at him, trying to growl but doubting the pitifully quiet noise was even making it past the gag, and wished there was something more she could do. How dare he do this to her, how dare he act as if what he was doing was right, how dare he explain himself so calmly as if the only choice she could possible make was to agree with him and accept whatever he planned to do to her... It made her want to bare her teeth even though her muzzle would have hidden them from him, glare, roar at him, lash her tail and flex her claws and attack him as viciously as she could... if only she could.
Perelle's paws started to tingle, and she couldn't help but squirm with surprise at the sudden return of feeling--she could move again! She immediately began to struggle with all her might, throwing herself against her bonds, howling past the rubber in her mouth, claws clenching within their mitts... But the restraints were too strong. The straps held, the chains held, the rubber held, and no matter how hard she thrashed she could not find a way to break free. She howled again, this time hoping to call for help, that some other dragon from her clan might be close enough to hear her and come to her aid, but the sound was so muted by her gag that it probably wasn't even leaving the cave.
"There's no use struggling," her captor said calmly, stepping forward and pressing down on her neck with a paw, pinning her head to the ground. "You won't be the first or even the tenth to try, and fail, to escape from that set of bondage gear, and believe me, it's held much stronger dragonesses than you. But anyway, now that the drug's worn off, how about we get started?"
"Mmmmm!" she raged, raising her head as soon as he released it to glare at him as he walked around to her hindquarters and paused there to take in the view. She thrashed again, trying to work her tail free so she could strike him with it or at least lower it and hide herself from him, trying to bring her hind legs together, anything to keep him from seeing her or, as he was sure to do in a few moments, mounting her, but the chains on her tail and the bar separating her hind paws were too strong for her to break. Still, though, she had to keep trying, she couldn't let him do this to her!
"Oh, what a beauty you are," Elluth purred, and she moaned with despair as she felt his gusts of breath on her flanks as he took in her scent. "Let's have a look at this poor neglected vent of yours, shall we?"
She growled and wiggled her forepaws in their mitts, trying to find a way to work them out of the rubber, or to cut through it, but the mitts were too tight and her claws were balled up too securely for her to dig them into the rubber that surrounded them. Bucking in vain one last time, she could only watch as he brought up a claw to rub against the scales around her vent, shivering at the light sensation. Oh, if only he was a dragon of her clan trying to make eggs with her... She'd waited years since reaching maturity for that moment to finally arrive, but the clan elder had never said the time was right for her to, and here was such a wonderful opportunity, if only...
His claw drew closer to her sex, tracing the shape of her lips and drawing another shiver from her, then rubbing lightly against the extra-sensitive nub of flesh at its foremost edge and making her shudder at the long-missed and long-imagined sensation. She couldn't help but moan into her gag with pleasure as he pressed against the spot again, but then his claw quested deeper, spreading her lips apart...
The claw stopped and retreated after a moment, and Elluth looked over at her face. "You're still a virgin, at your age? You look like you're thirty-five at least! Ancients, the only worse thing I could think of would be making your whole clan wear clothes. To let any dragoness go what has to be at least five heat cycles without even mating to have eggs, let alone for other reasons..." He growled, tail lashing, and looked away.
Perelle snorted--she did agree with him about that at least, despite the situation--but she was more glad that he'd stopped molesting her for the moment and growled again, reaching back as far as she could with her head even though she could do nothing more than glare and complain wordlessly, when he raised his paw towards the base of her tail again.
He just chuckled and resumed his light tickling of her vent, using two claws this time. "Things were different before. It used to be that when the maturing dragons and dragonesses came of age, at midsummer of their twenty-second year, the whole clan would gather to watch as each newly of-age dragon was given their first sexual experience with an older and well-practiced member of the opposite sex." His claws focused their attention on that nub of flesh again, coaxing another moan from her. "The ritual was said to be a beautiful, inspiring event... and your clan doesn't even perform it any more? I guess I'll just have to really make sure you end up enjoying this, then, since it will be your first time..."
She shook her head back and forth, straining against her chains as she fought to free herself, defend herself, do anything she could to keep him from violating her... "Nnnn!" she cried as loudly as the faux-cock that plugged her mouth would let her, twisting her body as much as she could and trying to find some way to get him away from her. She couldn't let him take her innocence, not like this, she had to figure out some way to stop him... But she reached the limits of her bonds after just a moment and snarled in frustration as they held her securely there, trapped, helpless, exposed and completely at his mercy.
"What a feisty dragoness you are," he purred, continuing to tickle her ever so lightly. "But don't you worry, I know what I'm doing... By the time I'm done you'll be begging me to mount you. Already you've let yourself slip and enjoyed at least a little of my teasing, and you'll find it harder and harder to resist the longer I keep this up, especially once I start giving you some stronger sensations to enjoy..."
She howled at him and tried to gnaw on her gag, to bite through the spot where it went between her teeth; maybe if she did the muzzle might come apart, or the gag might fall out somehow, then she would have some way to fight... But her teeth bit down on metal and she gasped at the pain that shot through her jaws, letting them go slack again. That wouldn't work... What else could she do?
Give in, a tiny part of her said as his claws continued to tickle her, grazing ever-so-lightly against her entrance and making her shiver at the sensation.
No! She could not, she would not give in, not to something so horrible! She growled and bucked, pulling her hindquarters away from him for just a moment and doing her best to shut out the feeling of his claws teasing her. There had to be some way to escape, she just hadn't thought of it yet... Maybe the bonds could resist her strength, but she could use her cunning to find some unexpected way to break free; she just had to figure out what.
Elluth suddenly stopped teasing her, and she sagged with relief before growling again at him, suspiciously this time. He was a dragon too, which meant he wouldn't give up easily either... Did he have something else planned for her?
"Ooh..." he purred again, standing and stepping out a little ways from her hindquarters so she could better see him. "Sometimes I forget just how much it can heat me up to watch a helpless dragoness like you struggle against those restraints..." Then he thrust forward once with his hips and her eyes were drawn to the motion--and to his growing arousal. His cock was already out of its slit and swelling, straightening, building larger and larger with each beat of his heart until he stood hard as his scales before her, teeth bared at her in a feral grin.
"What do you think?" he curled his tail around to continue tickling her with its tip and making her shudder once again at the unwanted sensation. "Want to know how this feels inside you?"
Perelle couldn't help but stare at it. She'd seen an aroused dragon before, of course, but never so close, and never with the knowledge that his big, hard cock would be penetrating her so soon... She couldn't help but imagine for a moment how wonderful it was sure to feel, his hot, stiff flesh sliding in and out of her, and the next thing she knew she was squirming back and forth in her bonds, trying to get more from his tail and eagerly suckling the shaft in her mouth--
She froze with a muffled cry of horror as she realized what she'd been doing, then swung her head away so she wouldn't have to look at him and tried again to concentrate on escape. If she could just get a paw free... Her hind paws were virtually immobile, but her forelegs... Instead of pulling out against the sleeve that held them together she forced her forelegs even closer to each other, then pulled, grunting with effort as she tried to get her claws out of the mitts that trapped them; she felt the sleeve slacken just a little, but there were more straps that wrapped tightly around her wrists and secured the mitts to her paws, and no matter how hard she tugged she couldn't get her paws through them.
Elluth approached her head again and tickled her chin, all the while rubbing his tail against her vent--was he starting to rub harder? The sensations were getting stronger... "Why fight it?" he chuckled softly. "Your body has already begun to anticipate what we're going to do together, and why should you ignore what your body wants? Surely you don't ignore it when your body asks for food, or to scratch an itch, or sleep, or clear waste... So why do something different when it asks to mate?"
Snarling, she wrenched her head from his grasp and turned away from him again, but even if she could look away from his penis she couldn't escape the scent of his arousal, which seemed to grow stronger with every breath she took... She moaned as she felt the rush of heat to her belly that he'd mentioned before, the onset of her own arousal, and it took every ounce of will she had to keep herself from grinding against his tail.
"You know you want this..." His tailtip began to flick back and forth against that nub of flesh and she couldn't help but squirm in her chains at the unwanted, wonderful feelings that raced through her, eyes closing tight as she tried, and failed, to concentrate enough to shut them out. "That's it... Give in to your desire, let yourself enjoy what your clan has wrongfully denied you for so long..."
She wouldn't! She bellowed and swung her head towards him again, flinging herself at him as hard as she could. He let out a grunt of surprise, but brought his claws up quickly and caught her headbutt against his chest, absorbing the blow and holding her head tight against his scales. The teasing from his tail stopped for just a moment as he regained his balance, but when it resumed he pressed it still harder against her, rubbing against her entrance, tickling that sensitive flesh, even going to far as to probe a little ways into her every few moments and drawing a shudder from her whenever he did.
"You naughty dragoness," he growled, but not very threateningly, and he let go of her head after a moment. "There's no need to fight... Just relax and listen to your body's desires."
Perelle moaned as his tail rubbed against the edge of her vent yet again and rocked her hips reflexively into his touch--oh ancients, how could she possibly let herself enjoy being violated like this? "Nn!" she howled at him, eyes wide and pleading for him to stop, to leave her alone, but he ignored her; she was going to have to find a way out on her own. But she was so helpless... If only she had something sharp! There were her claws, but they were trapped balled up inside those horrible mitts, and her teeth were hidden away behind the muzzle... Wait, her horns! If she could just reach back and get her horns into one of the straps or mitts, maybe she could poke a hole or cut through, and then she could break free!
But why break free, a part of her said, why not just give in? It felt so good, and would only get better once he mounted her... No! she groaned and had to force herself yet again not to grind against him, not to suck on her gag, not to just lie there and enjoy how he was fondling her... Panting hard through her nostrils at the combination of her arousal and the effort it took to bring her head back to her paws, she twisted as far as she could, straining to bring her horns around, to get them close enough to dig the tip of one of them into something that restrained her... Oh, she was so close! If only she could reach a little farther, if her neck was a little longer, if she had a little more room to move... She paused to rest, then tried again, and a third time, but the straps were just beyond her reach...
Elluth's teasing began to grow lighter, and he stopped touching that sensitive spot at the edge of her vent. "There's nothing you can do to escape... Just give in to it."
She howled in desperation and thrashed one last time, throwing herself as hard as she could against her bonds, but once again they held her easily and she subsided after a moment, moaning softly.
"There, that's it," he purred and nuzzled her behind her jaw. "Listen to your body's desires... Submit yourself to the pleasure, and to me."
In her helpless, worn-out and horribly aroused state she couldn't summon the will to defy him any longer. Alternately whimpering and moaning through her gag at the sensation, she began to rock her hips back and forth as he continued to tease her, shivering and grinding her vent against the tickling of his tail in a wordless request for him to tease her more strongly or to just go ahead and mount her. Any thoughts of resistance she could have had were gone, buried beneath waves of pleasure and despair, and when his teasing grew still lighter she whimpered more loudly, squirming in her bonds and trying to press more strongly against his tail, to bring back that wonderful sensation and make it even stronger...
Her captor chuckled. "What's the matter? Don't you want me to stop?"
Yes... no, she raised her head to give him that pleading look again but begging him to continue this time, wriggling back and forth in her chains as she searched now for some way to make him tickle her more, so she could enjoy those feelings again... She twisted her hindquarters back and forth in effort to draw his attention to them and whined at him out of the back of her throat, doing everything she could to seem pitiful and desperate before him and hoping...
"Oh, so you changed your mind?" he cocked his head to the side as if confused. "You seemed so defiant before... do you really want me to continue now?"
She whined again and tilted her head, looking eagerly towards his cock and hoping he'd take her hint.
He brought his head down until their snouts were just a claw's width apart. "Are you sure?" he murmured, and before she could answer his tail moved to that sensitive spot at the edge of her vent again, rubbing against it a few times and making her squirm and moan with pleasure.
Perelle had to wait for him to stop before she could think clearly enough to respond, and when she did the sensations were still resonating so strongly through her that she couldn't help but tilt her head yes.
"Good dragoness," he purred, and nuzzled the end of her snout. "But first, show me you're willing to learn from me... Suck on that cock in your mouth. Squeeze it between your lips, rub your tongue along it, suckle for what it could give to you if it was real..."
She sucked obediently on the rubber shaft in her maw, shaped so much like the shaft of her captor, and couldn't help but imagine that it really was his, that she was pleasuring him so eagerly in hope of him returning the favor... His tail tickled at her vent to show his approval and she moaned happily into the cock-gag as she suckled it.
"That's a good girl... Now since you asked me so nicely, I think it's time for me to mount you--but make sure you keep sucking on that cock-gag. What do you think?"
She bobbed her head eagerly, whining, rocking her hips again, and continuing to suckle her gag.
"Good." She watched as he began to walk a slow circle around her, feeling her arousal grow even more as she took in his displays. "See, not too long ago, when a dragoness in a clan went into heat and wanted an egg, she would submit herself to the entire clan, letting every dragon mount her as much as they wanted for an entire day. But the dragons waiting for their turn with her weren't just standing in line, no, they would have some fun with the other dragonesses who were there..." He stopped his pacing at her hindquarters and tickled her vent once with his claws, drawing a soft, lustful moan from her throat. "And a dragoness who wanted to really enjoy the ritual would have to know how to entertain more than one dragon at a time. So you do your best to enjoy being mounted and to keep on sucking at the same time, as if you were doing what so many dragonesses have done before you, and once we're done I'll tell you how I think you did."
She whined again and wiggled her hindquarters at him. Why did he have to keep talking... couldn't he just mount her already?
Elluth chuckled. "Well then, since you're so eager for me to take you..." He reared back onto his hind paws and stepped forward, forepaws coming down on her back, snout stretched forward to nip at the base of her neck, then the tip of his cock rubbed briefly against the scales of her flanks before he found her sex, gathered himself, and thrust into her.
She cried out softly as the initial pain of his entry was washed away beneath a surge of pleasure from his cock pressing deep inside her. He stayed still there for a few moments, letting both of them enjoy the simple feeling of him filling her, but when her arousal grew too strong and she began to grind against him he relented and started to thrust, making her moan and buck against his weight at the new sensations. Even in the few fantasies she'd had of this moment she'd never imagined the feeling of him sliding back and forth within her could be so powerful, so consuming, so good... All that mattered to her at that moment was his shaft within her, its size, the heat of it, how its little bumps and ridges felt against her insides as he thrust smoothly into her, and the only thing she could do in response was to lie there beneath him and moan with pleasure at the incredible experience. That she was bound and at his mercy, that she'd been unwilling before, that he wasn't of her clan, none of it mattered anymore now that he was making her feel something so wonderful, and the only thought she could conjure was that she wanted more.
He suddenly doubled the speed of his thrusts and her instinct was to gasp as the sensations grew even stronger, but the muzzle and cock-gag forced her to draw the air through her nostrils--and reminded her that she needed to keep sucking, which she did after a moment. Once she'd reminded herself she found that she didn't have to think of it again, that her body had begun to follow the order almost automatically despite the haze of pleasure that clouded her thoughts, and a moment later she was free again to concentrate fully on the feeling of him thrusting into her over and over again, how wonderful it felt, how much she wanted it to continue... Then the sensations seemed to change somehow, growing more and more powerful at an alarming rate even though he wasn't doing anything to her that was different than a moment ago, and she groaned once at the feeling, then--
"Mmmmmmmm!" she howled as she reached orgasm and her ecstasy raced to new heights, clamping down reflexively on his shaft, squirming uncontrollably in her bonds, eyes closing tight with pleasure at the indescribable feelings... She howled again and again into her gag, grinding hard against him and taking as much of him into her as she could as her climax continued for what felt like an eternity, consuming her body and mind with pleasure until she could take no more and finally collapsed, gasping for breath and moaning softly, happily as she gradually came down from her peak. He continued to thrust into her for a few more moments, then his own orgasm arrived and he bit down on the thick scales of the back of her neck, humping hard and fast as he loosed himself deep inside her and grunting at the effort.
Then it was over, and he laid panting on her back for a few moments before finally withdrawing from her and walking around in front of her to nuzzle her forehead, purring softly. "I never told you to stop sucking..."
Perelle whined and sucked again on the cock-gag, but he laughed and swatted playfully at her with his tail after a moment. "It's all right, you can stop now. Considering you'd never even experienced the feelings before I'm not surprised that you forgot at first, or when you climaxed... Don't worry about it, and regardless, you still gave me a very good ride. What I'm more concerned about is this: did you enjoy mating for the first time?"
She moaned again and tilted her head, shivering at the thought of what she'd just experienced.
"And do you think it was wrong of your clan to forbid you from doing so without their approval?"
She growled softly, but tilted her head again after a moment.
"I thought so," he nuzzled her again. "Now... I think we're both tired enough from that to need some rest, but I'm not fool enough to trust you just because you let me mount you when you had no other choice, so I won't be letting you out until I'm ready to move on. You just sit tight and try to rest, and..." he yawned and curled up next to her, "I'll let you out when I wake up."
What? She squirmed and whined past her gag, trying to regain his attention, but it seemed it was too late: he looked to already be asleep. Lying bound in her position was starting to get uncomfortable, she didn't trust him not to decide to abuse her again when he woke up, and how she wanted a chance to get back at him for tying her up and violating her, even if she'd agreed to it in the end... She twisted and struggled, but her restraints again proved too strong, and thanks to the stake he'd driven through one of the links of the chain connecting her two sets of paws she couldn't move from that spot no matter how hard she tried. Finally she tried to headbutt him, but he'd curled up beyond her reach and she moaned and went still again after a moment.
I guess all I can do is wait, she thought, whimpering softly and running her tongue idly along the rubber shaft in her mouth. Watching him sleep, though, knowing she had no choice but to lie there next to him until he set her free, and worn out from her struggling, from being teased, and from mating for the first time in her life, she couldn't help but fall asleep next to him.
The cave was empty when Perelle awoke, and she was happy to find herself unbound--though there was no trace of Elluth's presence to be found except for his scent, which lingered faintly in the cave.
What to do now? she wondered, walking to the cave entrance and glancing at the position of the sun: late afternoon. Despite her initial horror at being molested by the other dragon, she couldn't help but agree that mating had felt so wonderful, and that he was right about what he'd said. How could their clan have been so susceptible to conforming to human ideals? The whole point of staying in a clan and not moving to human cities was the desire to live as dragons traditionally did, and to lose track of those ancient rituals was to defy tradition--which was just as bad as leaving one's clan to live among humans!
She spread her wings, flapped them a couple times, then sprang into the air and flew back to the clan caves as quickly as she could. A few other dragons passed by her on the way, but she ignored them, and went straight to the central cave, to the alcove of the clan's elder.
"Elder Meya," she growled, "we need to talk."